“He taught us how to be real men.”
Have you heard the story of that man?
A global plague rages. In the forbidden depths of the Death Chasm, someone curls up in the darkness, praying for the light to arrive.
Order collapses. In the Blood Moon Wasteland, rotting flesh howls and white bones groan. Someone taps a finger to their brow, begging the mortal world to bestow a sword.
Living beings are laid waste. Someone walks along the edge of the Great Wilderness, snaps the Grim Reaper's neck beneath his heel, and bellows at the sky, his voice carrying across the barren sands.
On the shattered wasteland, there is always a wanderer who takes a plague spirit as his core and stands against the world's rain of arrows.
One man, one Kun bird, and a multitude of followers.
The young man, dressed in finery and riding a fine horse, smashes through the scarred and ruined world with his shoulder.
Among the monsters and demons of this world, who is the true “ruler”?
Facing the gods and demons of the heavens, the young man stands alone against them all.
“The day the shoulder strap slips, gods and demons will be punished, and the Imperial Kun shall rise!”
“Everyone, fall in!”
“Crow!”
This book is also known as The Day My Shoulder Strap Slips, I'll Take Your Damn Life, Global Plague: I Awakened an J-Rank Plague Spirit, and I Caught Bird Flu.
Wo Sheng Ke Le II cried to me last night, please give me some good reviews and finish reading, I am about to be crushed by my true fans [awkward laugh]
In the early stage, Han Kun's volume was eye-catching, but in the later period, Han Kun's volume dropped significantly. Not an authentic Heizi, but he is indeed the number one fantasy in the Kun world.
Heizi, lychee
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